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Do not stand at my grave and weep black
Do not stand at my grave and weep black





do not stand at my grave and weep black

Obviously the foresight, planning, and dedication that this took to fully implement is much more than the more common Street Art interventions that we are familiar with. Is quite normal to handle more projects in the same time and wait for the right moment to strike.” Yes, I had to wait for the snow, the autumn rain or the mature grain. Also by disconnecting the verses and isolating them, I find it pleasant. I specify this because that might explain the mood behind the work. And this is not a farming countryside, but a million’s people capital. “During the summer days one of the most popular activities here is to wait the sunset on a top of a hill. It’s not strange at all even for a Stockholm person to have a stroll in the forest or bath in a lake in the silence of the midnight light,” he says. Here in Sweden we have a close relation with the seasons and the outdoors. The poem seemed to contemplate the same places that I admired while walking or cycling. “As the poem openly talks about nature and elements, I found that the perfect set for those spiritual words would have been outside. Its spiritual words demonstrated a remarkable power to soothe loss,” he says as he describes his text-based interventions that span locations as well as seasons. “Today is one of the most popular poems in the world, crossing national boundaries for use on bereavement cards and at funerals regardless of race, religion or social status. Using recycled real estate lawn signs, Vlady reprised in portions the poem “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”, written in 1932 by the American Mary Elizabeth Frye.

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Stockholm Street Artist Vlady Art says that he waited through all of the seasons of a year to install a poem throughout his city that speaks to the season of loss, and remembrance. “ Do not stand at my grave and weep” (Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1905-2004) (photo © Vlady Art)

do not stand at my grave and weep black

Somehow we know that the proximity to the sun and the tilt of the globe determines the length of our days, and seasons appear in literature and lyrics across our various screens for all of our lives. Thanks to the parks and trees and the changing of the seasons, however, you can be poignantly reminded of the passage of time and a touch upon a somewhat grounded awareness of life’s cycles. When you live in a city your everyday interaction with the built environment may make one feel quite divorced from nature.







Do not stand at my grave and weep black